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I left my lover because
she never read the book that changed my life
and couldn’t listen to the album
that moved me so deeply
with enough intention
to please me.

I abandoned the camerabecause stars stopped falling and the ocean got too cold and too deep to crash into at midnight.

Saltwater goosebumps drew the most
attention and
intentions;love was literally born in a bonfire.

I traced the outline of your dreamswith my fingertips in a prison cell
and reflected on that time
we met a girl named Coral at the beach
who wanted us to save the ocean.

I climbed a coastal mountainforaged for flowers at midnight and
felt my own heart swimming
in a warm bath of moonlight.

You painted all the things
I thought could change the world
and flower stems became celebrities cut down by paparazzi.

Sometimes I wish
I was small enough to curl up
in that dark space behind the books on a bookshelf
and thrive off their magic.
Nothing to eat,
no need to sleep,
just feeding words into my veins by a dripping IV.

I trusted the wind
but the truth is deceptive;
I was led astray again.

Quiet
Don’t
Open your ribs
Break open
Broken open
Stop
Hesitation
You’re inside
Crawling around
my insides
I found you
hiding
my pinky toe
so small
But now
I can’t walk
Why won’t you leave
I want you to stay

you asked how I would describe the way I feel
about you
Well
For about a year
or so
I walked past the library
going in occasionally
I picked up books, read a bit
too busy to finish
but also
uninterested
There was a book I’d seen a few times
That book is advanced, not too difficult to understand
but intimidating in it’s content
One day though
while I was leaving the library
it fell off the shelf; I picked it up and
the cover was absolutely brilliant.
(I can hear Harry Potter saying brilliant)
I read the inside forward
First page
Second page
I didn’t want to put it down.
I still don’t.
I think I might have to
temporarily.
I want to keep reading
But I don’t know how long I can keep this book for.

Where there is lifethere is a gap
like the boredom that picks at you,
trickles down your neck
in a sweltering kitchen
summer afternoon.
Blue breezealways so inviting
the color of salty ocean air.
A heart-shaped spacethe volume of a planet
empty
like romanticized mornings.I want to spend more time in nature
so I buy succulents for my apartment.I want to see the world
so
I hang maps
and contemplate the purchase of a globe.
But my legs ache
from staticstillness
weary knees from doingso little scraping
and too much contemplating
about how to be
more interesting.

I’m attempting to make a book safe.
I’m not sure how it’s going so far. We’ll see.
My mom responded:
“I thought you meant you were trying to keep your book safe from falling or getting damaged.”
No, mom. I’m doing all the damaging.

This was a sketch I began on July 4th…and have been working on it a little at a time on breaks from doing illustrations for a commission..it has evolved quite a lot..and it finally culminated to this piece entitled “The Arrival”

..been so busy lately that I just keep painting but not having the time to make posts and what not..but busy is good right?….happy hunting everyone!